Well you've got me workin' so hard latelyWorkin' my hands untill they bleedIf I was twice the man I could beI'd still be half of what you needStill you lead me and I followFrom the small of your back up to your chinOver to the tip of your switchbladeAs you pull it out as you stick it in

Is this on?Oh.I'm so tired I can't get to sleepThe squeaking of the bedIs right in time with the song that's repeating in my headIt's uncomforting to rememberHow I used to like a good fuck every once in awhileI just wanted you to knowThat when I do it...